Poem Lake | Page 562 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

To the stanch Dust To the stanch Dust We safe commit thee — Tongue if it hath, Inviolate to thee — Silence — denote — And Sanctity — enforce thee — Passenger — of Infinity — Poet:	To the unknown builder of the Cathedral of Cologne Unknown great Master! whose creative thought Is here inscribed, though from Fame's shining scroll Thy name is lost, this wondrous dome is fraught With the expression of thy reverent soul. ... Poet:	To the venerable General Gaines Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head, And left some traces on thy gallant form, Upon thy soul no hoar-frost has he shed, Nor chilled the heart that yet beats true and warm. ... Poet:	To this World she returned. To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that — A Compound manner, As a Sod Espoused a Violet, That chiefer to the Skies Than to himself, allied, Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust, ... Poet:
To try to speak, and miss the way To try to speak, and miss the way And ask it of the Tears, Is Gratitude's sweet poverty, The Tatters that he wears — A better Coat if he possessed Would help him to conceal, Not subjugate, the... Poet:	To Venetian Artists To Venetian Artists ... Poet:	To wait an Hour — is long — To wait an Hour — is long — If Love be just beyond — To wait Eternity — is short — If Love reward the end — Poet:	To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, What must the Midnights — be! Poet:
To* Kern** I keep in mind that magic moment: When you appeared before my eyes Like ghost, like fleeting apparition, Like genius of the purest grace. In torturous hopeless melancholy, In vanity and noisy fuss ... Poet:	Today or this noon Today or this noon She dwelt so close I almost touched her — Tonight she lies Past neighborhood And bough and steeple, Now past surmise. Poet: